Chapter 247: Target successfully sneaked in
More than a dozen monarchs blew their beards and stared, and no one was willing to give in. The smell of gunpowder was getting stronger and stronger, and they even started to shout whoever won the battle came first.
The person in charge next to him spoke out to discourage him, intending to act as a peacemaker, but no one listened to his words. Instead, let him stay away, otherwise he might get hurt in a while.
This is one of the influences brought about by the unparalleled power of primitive humans. The forms are very reckless. Things that can be solved with fists are basically not solved with brains. There is absolutely no cunning of the previous generation of humans, and it basically maintains the barbarism of the top predators in the savage era.
Of course, this cannot be blamed on primitive humans. After all, since they became conscious, most of the problems have been solved by them with their fists. Whether it is an alien invasion, the earth is about to be destroyed, and the annihilation star weapon strikes...
At the beginning, the interstellar civilization was disdainful of primitive humans, and would only use brute force and humans who did not know how to think and develop. No matter how strong the power was, they would eventually be conquered by the power of civilization. However, after several wars, being pressed and rubbed on the ground again and again by humans, the interstellar civilization began to think about whether its cognition of humans was wrong?
Finally, when two civilizations of the same level were stolen by humans and spiraled into the sky, the major civilizations realized a problem.
It is true that civilization can conquer races that only use brute force, but when the force is large enough, civilization may be conquered instead.
Nima, as long as the brute force is strong enough, he can really flatten everything.
After the interstellar civilization was pressed to the ground by humans and exported frantically again and again, these civilizations began to have an illusion of "are they going the wrong way".
Just as the dozen or so monarchs spread out and planned to spar to decide who would get the clothes first, a beautiful girl in blue and white sportswear appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.
The painter said in her clear and pure voice, "Fighting is forbidden here."
The sudden appearance of the girl made the atmosphere full of gunpowder stagnate.
The painter continued: "If you want to fight, go to the place where the bugs live, and clean up the garbage by the way."
With the power of king-level human beings to destroy the sky and destroy the earth, even if it is just to discuss the destructive power, it is no less than a super-large disaster. Therefore, they must not fight in or near the human city, which will destroy the buildings left by the previous generation of human beings and hurt the compatriots living in the city.
Therefore, in general, the place of discussion between kings is far away from human cities, and most places far away from human cities have shelters established by interstellar civilizations on earth. Once the sanctuary becomes a place for kings to discuss, it will be a disaster for it.
Of course, the sanctuary can also resist using various weapons to attack monarch-level humans, but this will kill them faster. If you resist, you will die. If you don't resist, you will die. If you don't resist, you will always choose to escape.
Although it is very humiliating to escape, it is the only way to survive. And after the two monarch-level humans are finished, they can come back and rebuild the sanctuary.
Hearing this sentence, the person in charge next to him couldn't sit still. If you rashly destroy a few shelters now, you may be alarmed by the grass and make various civilizations alert. Even if it is a common occurrence for a king-level human being to step down several shelters because of their discussions, Da Xia is not willing to take such a risk.
In a hurry, the person in charge gave a suggestion: "Would you like to decide?"
In the end, this imminent humanoid natural disaster was offset by a guessing decision. However, the person in charge who acted as the referee had to sigh about the true god.
The bodies of both sides are extremely strong, and they can change their gestures according to the gestures made by the other party at the moment of punching, so this boxing game has evolved into a competition between the speed and reaction of the two sides.
To see who can change their gestures quickly within the specified time, the time between a guess and a punch is 0.4 seconds, and in this short period of time, the gestures of the kings are constantly changing between fists, scissors, and cloth, on average. Every king changes three thousand times.
A simple guessing boxing game actually gave them the feeling of a **** competition.
The final winner was an old man with white hair and muscles, the king of the **** of war.
However, the other monarchs did not return empty-handed. When they were guessing their fists, the person in charge had already dispatched a few tons of ordinary clothes with the dimensional phalanx and sent them here. Each king got 100,000 sets of clothes, but these clothes were made of ordinary materials. Although the quality was good, they could not withstand the power of human beings.
It can be said that a piece of clothing is broken a day for ordinary humans, and it will not take long for these tons of clothing to turn into pieces of rags.
Valkyrie opened the container in front of him, and carefully took out a black tights, while stroking it lightly, he sighed, "Oh! How soft this material is!"
The rest of the lost kings rolled their eyes when they looked at Martial God's exaggerated appearance and tone. Everyone wanted to take this kind of unbreakable clothes for their compatriots. But it's not an important necessities, there's no need to be so exaggerated, I think you're just showing off with pure heart.
The other kings turned their heads and didn't want to look at the old urchin, so they opened their own container and saw the whole container full of clothes. Although these costumes do not have the characteristics of invulnerability in the hands of Wushen, their workmanship is very exquisite. Seeing these exquisite costumes, the corners of the kings' mouths are slightly upturned.
"Oh! The workmanship of this costume is so exquisite, even if it was placed in the previous era, it was the best!"
Some kings imitated the tone of the **** of war, praising the exquisite workmanship of their own clothes.
The **** of war turned his head and saw the clothes in the hands of the kings, his expressions were a little unbearable, as if the clothes in their hands were more beautiful than the clothes in my hands.
Huh!
An ordinary piece of clothing suddenly flew out of the container and fell into the hands of Wushen. All the kings stopped their movements and looked at the **** of war with curious eyes, wanting to see what the old man was going to do.
The five gods put the two clothes on their hands, and then gently pulled them out. A huge crack appeared in the two clothes, and then the black tights began to heal slowly, but the exquisitely crafted clothes did not respond.
Seeing this scene, Wushen looked up at the other monarchs, and showed a victorious smile: "Haha, it seems that the quality of your clothes is not good."
Next, the kings started arguing about the quality and appearance of the clothes. This scene made the pioneers beside them feel a little weird. They suddenly felt that they were not a group of sixth-order true gods, but a group of "primary school students"?
The person in charge glanced at the painter and said with a smile: "In this universe where dangers are rife and enemies all over the world, I didn't expect them to still be childlike."
The artist said: "It's not that the childish innocence is still alive, but that they are numbing themselves to make themselves happier, so as not to lose their rationality."
"Even if it's me, if I don't find something to do, I'm afraid I'll be swallowed up by hatred."
The next moment the artist's figure disappeared out of thin air.
The person in charge was stunned for a few seconds, and then asked someone to record what the artist just said.
The person in charge guessed from the painter's words just now that the kings were not as relaxed and normal as they seemed, or that this kind of ease and normality was deliberately pretended by them.
It seems that Da Xia has to reconsider the hatred of primitive humans, and this hatred will be a huge variable.
At this time, another figure appeared in front of everyone out of thin air. This time, it was a tall and handsome man. The man was wearing a yellow and blue coat. There were two big characters on the back of the coat. Blue and white box.
When Wushen saw the man, he said, "You came just in time for the hungry group, can you help me bring this big iron box back to my city?"
The man glanced at the container, nodded and said, "No problem."
Then the man opened the box in his hand, and at the moment when the box was opened, the container next to the **** of war was sucked into the box.
The other kings also spoke up, asking Erchuan to help them send these large boxes of clothes back. They don't have the ability to jump in space, and even if they do space jump with their own strength, they can't carry such a huge container.
And these containers obviously can't withstand space jumps, either.
Hungry Tuan twitched the corners of his mouth and put these containers into his own box, while complaining: "I'm a food delivery person who is about to be called into a courier delivery by you."
Valkyrie asked with a puzzled expression: "Huh? You are delivering meals. I always thought you were delivering couriers."
Hungry Tuan said: "No way, who told you to eat very little, even chefs rarely have business, let alone me."
After speaking, the hungry group did not continue to chat with these guys, and all the way to the person in charge, they took out a piece of paper and said, "This is the writer, let me send it here."
The person in charge took the paper, put his eyes on the paper, and saw a line of extremely neat text.
[The coordinates have successfully reached the space transfer station]
"Thank you." The person in charge turned around and handed the paper to a pioneer, and ordered, "Send the news and this piece of paper back to Your Majesty."
Seeing this scene, the monarch present did not continue to descend, but looked at the aura of the letter with a blank expression, and was vaguely unable to control it.
I hope that Da Xia can really find the hometown of the group of bugs, so that the group of bugs can truly feel the hatred of human beings.
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Slash the world of red eyes, the imperial palace.
Xia Xuan handed the paper in his hand to the goddess of knowledge who was sitting beside him, and said, "Everything is ready, now it's up to you to manipulate the goddess."
The goddess of knowledge took over the paper, a smile appeared on her beautiful face, and said: "If this goddess makes a move, just a space coordinate will be captured. Let alone space coordinates, give this goddess hundreds of years, I will definitely make it. These civilizations are dying for nothing."
"I don't have so much time for you." Xia Xuan did not doubt the goddess's words. Although this guy usually looks a little funny, no one can know what the twenty-one threads in her mind are thinking.
At present, the interstellar civilization of the solar system is a very powerful enemy to Da Xia. On the frontal battlefield, Da Xia's fleet can be pressed and rubbed on the ground. But if you really give the goddess of knowledge hundreds of years, it is really possible to make these civilizations die unclear. After all, the sun **** and the **** of death are the lessons of the past.
Even the Dice of Destiny was finally tricked by the goddess of knowledge.
And these interstellar civilizations are now obsessed with the study of high-dimensional energy, and their research on high-dimensional energy has only started less than a hundred years ago, and various understandings of high-dimensional energy still exist in appearance. Encountering with the goddess of knowledge, who has studied high-dimensional energy and laws for millions or even hundreds of millions of years, is completely a blow, and you may not know it between being played and applauded.
If the interstellar civilization does not touch the high-dimensional energy, and does not allow lifeforms with souls to appear in its own civilization, the goddess of knowledge may not be able to do anything about them. After all, the two sides are not in the same system, and if you want to destroy them, you must rely on pure power. But once they touch the high-dimensional energy and start to use it, the goddess of knowledge has thousands of ways to make them die inexplicably.
The goddess of knowledge said: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, how could the starting point of the flying dragon lose? Although the technology level of these interstellar civilizations is far beyond ours, their research and understanding of the high-dimensional energy field is comparable to that of modern people and wild people compared to us. people."
"At present, they only know how to absorb high-dimensional energy to transform themselves into a soul, and they can observe the existence of the soul, but they are like blind people at a deeper level. For example, they have not found my separate soul in the coordinates."
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Outside the solar system, there is a space station with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers. This space station is made up of 18 space stations connected to each other. The space station and the space station are connected together with a special space material, and each space station is separated by a distance of tens of kilometers.
The eighteen member civilizations of the Twelve Alliance represented by these space stations gathered together mainly to prevent human attacks, referred to as holding a group for warmth. After all, no one could stand it. The space station was blown up by humans every three days.
At the same time, on the side of the space station facing the solar system, tens of thousands of interstellar warships form a semicircular formation with a diameter of several thousand kilometers.
This is mainly to prevent human attacks, to prevent humans from finding out that they are gathering fleets, and then launching a devastating blow to them. With the experience of previous wars, various civilizations know that although human beings mostly rely on their own incredible strength to fight in close quarters, tearing mechas with their hands, and kicking warships, it does not mean that humans do not have ultra-long-distance attack methods.
Tens of thousands of interstellar warships of various sizes are parked at the space station, and countless energy transport spaceships return to the space station from the earth, or set off for the earth.
An energy transport spacecraft belonging to the Erde civilization docked on the space station of its own civilization, transporting huge high-dimensional energy containers one by one as before. And one of these high-dimensional energy containers is hollow, and what is stored in it is not high-dimensional energy, but a collector transformed from earth creatures.
These high-dimensional energy storage containers were quickly sent to the warehouse, and then one of the containers was quietly opened by several robots and sent to the laboratory. The secret that exists in this deer-headed man is likely to have been known by a certain civilization, and now they must figure out this secret as soon as possible, and then destroy this deer-headed man.
On the way the robot was sent to the laboratory, more than a dozen faint spirits quietly left the deer-headed soul and flew in all directions to start looking for a new host. The high-dimensional consciousness monitoring conference on the space station did not respond at all, or they could not observe these spirits at all.
In the next few months, these spirits continued to change their hosts, and the level of the hosts became higher and higher, from ordinary space station staff to managers of a certain area. Even the host of one of the spirits is a commander of a civilization fleet, and the commander is also the representative of the civilization in the alliance. A creature very similar in size to a human, with white skin and an exoskeleton covering its head.
This race is translated in human language and called: Bone Yan clan.
One of the twelve civilizations that caused the demise of mankind, and a core member of the Alliance of Twelve Civilizations.
As the supreme commander of the fleet, this bone-faced person is qualified to absorb high-dimensional energy, a soul was born on his body, and he has broken through his own life limit and reached the third order. However, even if the strength reaches the third level, he still cannot detect that he has been parasitized. Even his soul has been transformed by some kind of power and no longer belongs to him without knowing it.
The top commander of the Guyan Fleet sat in the command room of his own civilized space station, tapped the armrest with his right hand, and looked contemplative.
In the past few months, various civilizations have held hundreds of negotiations, and the opinions of the two sides have been continuously approaching, and a consensus is about to be reached. However, the rewards proposed by those civilizations are still a bit loud, and he is trying to find a way to lower the price.
At this moment, a notice suddenly appeared in front of him, UU reading www.uukanshu. com meeting start notification.
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In the conference room, virtual projections of one civilization representative after another were connected.
Another new bargaining has begun. The non-12 civilization alliance wants to get more benefits from the alliance, and the 12 civilization alliance wants to get the assistance of other civilizations with the least benefit.
A few hours later, the civilizations of the non-Twelve Civilization Alliance seemed to have negotiated in advance, as if they had agreed on a unified caliber, and gave the same bargaining chip. This time, they had no plans to back down.
[In view of the danger of war with humans, the Alliance of Twelve Civilizations needs to pay each civilization that provides assistance a shelter and fifty tons of high-dimensional energy. At the same time, if the number of human kings is successfully reduced, 70% of the civilization needs to be aided by the extra safe zone. 】
[That is, to provide assistance to all civilizations and jointly divide up 70% of the human cities without kings. 】
A representative of a non-alliance civilization said: "This is the minimum chip we need. If the alliance cannot give this chip, then we will refuse to participate in the war, even if we withdraw from the solar system."
The faces of the representatives of the alliance civilization were a little ugly. It's okay for these guys to open their mouths. To join forces to put pressure on them at this time is simply taking advantage of the fire.
Daxia's spirit watched the meeting quietly with the help of the top commander of the Bone Face Civilization Fleet, and these civilization representatives never thought that someone would be able to monitor them in this way.